INTERNATIONAL ARBITRATION.
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Boom, boom, ye mellow joy-bells, like the sea! Peace, peace on earth, good-will! (and all hell gapes!)— Yet immemorial sadness ever drapes The upward way of far humanity: All prone through dark and strait Gethsemane Thou cam'st in blood, a cluster of trod grapes!— O bruisëd race, whose wail so surgeful shapes Melodious sorrow's awful threnody! Late, late, love's Areopagus unfurled Right-reason's sun-glad banner from the height, While rage the Furies in their cave beneath! Hush, hush, it is the daybreak of the world! Man's warring sky is passing out of night, And stark black demons flit with sword in sheath.